Page 95 of Merciless Heir
“With your habit and whatever the fuck we’re going to? I left it at home.”
I’m wearing a black suit, like she said. Not a tux, but a suit for events I almost never go to unless made.
She climbs the steps and I admire her ass. It’s shapely, compact, and I know exactly how it looks, how it feels under my bare palms, my mouth, against my body as I fuck her from behind. It’s perfect.
“Stop fantasizing about me,” she says without looking back.
It should annoy me she put that together. But it doesn’t. I grin and follow her up. “And give up a delightful hobby? Not on your life.”
Sadie taps her fingers against the leather of the sofa in the middle section. We both have drinks—Hibiki whiskey in clear, thick glass tumblers. It’s a short trip we’re making to the middle of nowhere, Ohio, but…
“Not a fan of flying?”
“It’s not high on my list,” she says. “Especially small craft.”
“This is luxury and it’s one of the best in the world.”
“And small.”
“The biggest of the private jets, Sadie.”
“Fuck off.”
I swallow my grin. Sadie, the woman who it seems lets nothing get to her except perhaps me, hates flying. It gives her a more human edge, a vulnerability. And I like it. Then again, I seem to like everything about this woman I apparently don’t like.
And here I thought I’m not the type to lie to himself.
I do like her.
I’m not sure how. In what way. Lust, absolutely. Her mind, her personality, how she looks? They flow into each other, top down, bottom up, and yeah, that’s a huge part of her.
But the rest, what it means?
I have no fucking idea. Because I don’t trust her in a lot of ways. Right?
“Whatever you’re thinking, stop,” she says.
“Me?” I sit back opposite her and cross my legs, the smoothness of the ride a slow flow over me. “If say, the tiara is at this thing, won’t it push the price up if I appear?”
“If it is. We’re going to find that out. The more pieces of the puzzle we have, the more we can discard the ones we don’t need.”
“The price?”
“You can afford it.”
My gaze moves over her slowly. “I can afford most things. The question is, do I want to spend?”
“You can’t afford to leave stones unturned, not if you want the truth and the actual tiara. Because that’s what you’re in this for. We have the insurance, which will let you save the business.”
I nod and sip my drink. “Bidding to get my own property?”
Now she smiles. “I never said you had to do that.”
“I’m bait?”
“Exactly.”
Whatever I thought the place we’d be going to isn’t this. We’re in Ohio, outside a small, exclusive town where some of the rich like to play because it’s not known. But country club with a hint of masked ball vibe is not the image I had in my head.